BECKONING TO THEATRE
Amber rocks lie expectant in their brackish sunken homes
resting small, swaying in wind's sunlit water-rhytmn
winking and nodding in changing breeze.
By day they mime from their water holes
and wild mountain-talk by night.
Reclining on spring grasses by our turf bank
we watch the beckoning theatre.
The West Coast of Ireland 2003
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